Friday, 21 May 2010

Happy Birthday, Empire Strikes Back!

CAUTION: Yen's blog contains harsh language and even harsher notions of propriety. Reader discretion is advised.


Today, 21st May 2010, marks the 30th Anniversary, nay Birthday of Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back.

Happy birthday, Empire, I made you this:



Oh, and while I was on, I made you this as well:


30 years since we learned the coolest response to "I love you" is "...I know". 30 years since we learned who Luke Skywalker's dad is! 30 whole years since we were introduced to the wisest being in the galaxy (Yoda), and also to the smoothest: Mr. Lando Calrissian.

Y'see for most people, tESB instantly evokes images of the battle of Hoth. For me, it's all about Bespin. I love Cloud City. That's largely down to the 2002 Lucasarts game, Jedi Outcast, which featured a multi-player map of Bespin (amongst others, obviously), which I'm still not tired of playing.



Anyhow, there we go. The artwork was hand drawn in CorelX5. The GTA-style one has been an ongoing project for a few weeks (w.i.p. snapshots in my facebook gallery), and has taken more time than I'd like to think about. The Art Deco-style piece was a spinoff of the Lando portrait, and took about an hour, from start to finish.

If you've read this blog before, you know how much I love Star Wars, and I'm pretty sure you don't need me to explain why Empire's a modern masterpiece.

Happy birthday, Empire. It's been a great ride, and it's not over yet!



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• ^^^ That's dry, British humour, and most likely sarcasm or facetiousness.

• This is a personal blog. The views and opinions expressed here represent my own thoughts (at the time of writing) and not those of the people, institutions or organizations that I may or may not be related with unless stated explicitly.

Wednesday, 19 May 2010

69: Review - A Nightmare on Elm Street

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A Nightmare On Elm Street

(2010, 102mins, Dir. Samuel Bayer)



An odd one this. I heard a while back that it was being re-made and put that info straight to the back of my mind. I saw the poster in the cinema a couple of weeks ago and the info re-surfaced, but didn't really excite me. I watched the movies when I was younger, and even then the law of diminishing returns was obvious as they quickly descended into pantomime territory.

For a while, I had the feeling (like many people do), that the first Nightmare on Elm Street movie was actually pretty good and was let down by too many sequels and spin-offs. About 10 years ago I saw a VHS of the original in a second-hand video store, bought it with a sense of curious nostalgia and watched it that night with a couple of mates and some beer. I haven't watched it since. The tape was soon re-donated to the second-hand market. The original A Nightmare On Elm Street was pretty shit. Sorry, guys.

It was with the same sense of curious nostalgia that I went to see the new A Nightmare On Elm Street. Let's cut straight to the chase: It's no better or worse than the original: and that's not a compliment.

Quick synopsis: Freddy Krueger was a mild-mannered paedo who was burned to death by a bunch of vigilante parents about 15 years earlier. For some (unexplained in the first movie*) reason, he haunts teenager’s dreams with a big knife-glove, and when he kills them in dream-land, they die for real. A bunch of kids work this out and get shit-scared as they’re picked off one by one.

On the bright side, Freddy Krueger's being played by Jackie Earl Hayley, who put on excellent turns as 'un-hinged' in Watchmen and Shutter Island. If anything, I expected him to positively shine in this, and be the only redeeming feature of the movie. Unfortunately, he's completely wasted here. His performance is restrained by the character we already know he is, and the writing team didn't put in any new elements for him to play with. Actually, that's not strictly true. Freddy 2.0 is a paedophile rather than a flat-out child-murderer, which puts an interesting moral slant on Springwood’s parent-collective burning him alive in a boiler room**. But that aside, Krueger is just... Krueger. The new make-up job might look slightly more realistic of his deformities, but unfortunately it means that Jackie Earl Hayley can't pull any facial expressions. The result of this is that the 'horror' aspect is essentially that he's a burns-victim who can only express himself through the poorly written dialogue you'd expect. In the first half of the film, his lines are kept to a minimum, making him a more threatening presence. But by the climax of the movie, when he chases Nancy through a quagmire of blood, and he utters the line "Now that's what I call a wet dream!"... the only shock you'll get is your palm automatically slapping into your face. Thankfully, these moments aren't as prevalent as in the other movies, but hey - this is only the first of the reboot, right?



The visual effects are up to scratch. Precisely what you'd expect, but well enough done. This might prove to be the movie's only saving grace. Rather than subject today's kids to a movie which clearly looks dated, horror afficionados can introduce a new generation to a good-looking movie, where only the concept, subject-matter and execution have been done-to-death more than Freddy's victims. Speaking of which, the supporting cast are generally pretty good. But again, you know exactly what they’re there to do, so if they run/scream/look-shocked-at-their-own-innards in the right places, everybody’s happy.

Ultimately, this re-boot brings absolutely nothing new to the mythos. It's a movie for the sake of having a movie (although not the first one that's been made for that reason, I know). It's not even like the original is old enough to be forgotten about or considered 'tame'. I even remembered who was going to survive, so that particular avenue of suspense was closed off as well. If you remember A Nightmare On Elm Street, you don't have to bother seeing this. Seriously.

There'll be sequels of course (it's what the franchise was built on), but I can still remember how shit they were, so I won't be there for them.

I reckon: 4/10
Summary: Pointless.
Should I have known better? Yes.



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• ^^^ That's dry, British humour, and most likely sarcasm or facetiousness.

• This is a personal blog. The views and opinions expressed here represent my own thoughts (at the time of writing) and not those of the people, institutions or organizations that I may or may not be related with unless stated explicitly.


* to be honest, by the time the concept was explained in the original sequels, it was so bollocks that no-one really questioned it.

** because it somehow seemed more justified when he was a killer? I dunno. To me, it conjours up images of News Of The World readers, beating down someone’s door, flaming-torches in hand. It might have been more of a plot twist had Freddy been an innocent loner, but no, he really was a bastard.

Tuesday, 20 April 2010

68: You Jammy Bastards...

CAUTION: Yen's blog contains harsh language and even harsher notions of propriety. Reader discretion is advised.


Okay, first disclaimer, I'm not a massive Kiss fan. That's not to say I don't think they're fucking cool, and great at what they do, I just never got into them back in the day. As I've previously documented, I was more into the M3T4L than the R0CK.

Anyhow, the latest (okay, last year's) Kiss Album, Sonic Boom came highly recommended to me, and I do like a bit of Rock these days. I listened to it today, and something struck me within the first 10 seconds of putting it on. Now, I know I'm not the first person to have noticed this, but I feel it warrants sharing...



What the fuck, guys? Looking around online, I found this quote from Paul Stanley (found it after I made the video, hence me calling Simmons out in there):

www.PaulStanley.com

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"I thought I heard a Pearl Jam/'Even Flow' influence on 'Modern Day Delilah'

Delilah's actually close, at least for me, when I came up with the riff, the spirit was more "I Want You" -- early KISS. There are only so many notes in a scale."

>>

"Influence"..? "Close"..? "So many notes in a scale"..?
You'll be telling me next you've got an infinite number of fucking monkeys writing your songs. It's not so much the 'notes in the scale', as the notes in the scale, the tempo, the beat, and the intro to another fucking song! IT'S IN THE SAME KEY!

I can only imagine that Kiss have surrounded themselves with so many yes-men, that no-one had the balls to point out the bleeding obvious. Jeez.

Anyhow, I'm sad to report that the rest of the album is rather dull. The production and the attitude are just about there, but the songs just aren't that good. It's like they recorded a load of songs, split them into ones that would go on the album and ones that would be b-sides... then the work-experience kid in the studio sent the wrong disc to the pressing plant.

It's not bad, you understand, it's just not that good. Kiss can do better than this. Track 10, When Lightning Strikes is a good one, but that should be the standard, not the stand-out. Ah well, maybe I can fall back on the Greatest Hits?


I RECKON: 5/10 ~ Okay if you're drinking. Or driving fast. Not both, obviously.




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• This is a personal blog. The views and opinions expressed here represent my own thoughts (at the time of writing) and not those of the people, institutions or organizations that I may or may not be related with unless stated explicitly.

Monday, 15 March 2010

67: my Metal has lost its shine...

CAUTION: Yen's blog contains harsh language and even harsher notions of propriety. Reader discretion is advised.


Wow, first blog in a couple of months. Nothing blogworthy been happening I'm afraid. If it's amused or annoyed me, I've been able to express it in 140 characters and tweet it to the world. If you don't already, you can follow my stream of opinionated profanities at: http://twitter.com/mightyblackout

This morning, however, I've been pondering over something that's just occurred to be. It hasn't suddenly "happened", I've been aware of it for quite some time now, but I now know that the transformation is more or less complete. Heavy Metal in the 21st century is wank, isn't it? The fact that I refer to it as "heavy metal" gives a large clue as to my age bracket, I know. This in turn reinforces my belief that I've turned into an old rocker.

I'm going to see a metal band this Saturday. They're what I class as a "new" band (not nu-metal, just new), but they're very well-respected all the same. I'm going to see them with my 15yr-old nephew, who loves them. I'll call them Band X. As I said, I know of Band X, but don't know anything by them. They've got four or five albums out, and that seems like a lot for me to try and 'learn' before I go and see them. Obviously, I want to know their stuff when I see them live. The noisier the music, the more difficult it is to appreciate 'fresh' when it's live (IMHO). So, I went onto Setlist.FM, and looked up Band X's setlists from other gigs on the current tour. With a good idea of what they're going to play, I then zip over to iTunes to download the tracks. Tracks downloaded, re-tagged, all set to go.

Fuck me, it's dull.

It shouldn't be dull, even I know that. All the ingredients are there: Double-bass drumming, screaming vocals, melodic vocals widdly guitars. Trouble is, I was listening to this shit 15-20 years ago. There's nothing in this collection of tracks that I can't find in Iron Maiden's Powerslave, Metallica's ...And Justice For All, Fear Factory's Soul of a New Machine or Machine Head's Burn My Eyes. Okay, it's all rolled into one band, but even then I know that Band X aren't unique in combining all of this. It should be said that I'm not having a go at Band X for this, the issue lies in what I find interesting these days. In fact, that is the issue: modern Metal just doesn't interest me. One of the reasons I stopped playing in bands is that it was starting to bore me (the noisy stuff, anyway).



When I started getting into "metal" in 1986, it was well underway (obviously) and there had been shifts in the sub-genres even then. Old-school rock had spawned NWoBHM, Glam and Thrash. I went from 'rock' down the heavier route, and ended up listening to Death and Grind, before evening out and listening to pretty much anything guitar-based. Around 2000, the genre re-booted with nu-metal, a lot of which incorporated hip-hop (but properly this time, not just long-haired blokes playing at being rappers). Since then metal has morphed and re-morphed, but with the exception of bands with female singers being taken seriously (Vixen, anyone?), it doesn't seem like there's anything really new there. I skip around the rock/metal channels on the TV and it just bores the arse off me. The strange thing is, I still love my 'old' metal collection, but I'm not sure if that's familiarity and nostalgia tinting my view. If Demanufacture had only been released last year, would I love it as much? I doubt it. Even the last Slayer album sounded "by the numbers" to me.

Which leads me to one conclusion: Metal may not be changing any more, but I am. I've grown out of it.

The young, long-haired me would listen to the mid-30's short-haired me saying this and begin to boil with self-righteous rage. "You've sold out!" he'd say, "You've gone mainstream! I bet you listen to dance music!". But the young, long-haired me was a naive twat. It's not about listening to the most evil music, pulling faces in the mirror and wearing your Deicide shirt when you walk past a church. It's not about thinking the only way to express your opinion is screaming incomprehensibly at a ridiculous volume (which, ironically, completely masks what you're actually saying). And it's certainly not about thinking that the only music that has artistic merit deals with pain, suffering, and the bizarre martydom that the metal kids revel in.

It's about being happy with what you're listening to. It's about smiling when your favourite song comes on. Life has enough fucking grief in the day to day, that when I get out of work and put my headphones on, I want to be reminded that there are good things out there, like beer and laughing and mates.

This is why I love Bowling for Soup.

In fact, this is why I'm a rocker these days, and proud to be labelled as such. Fear Factory's Soul of a New Machine is almost twenty years old. I still think that a 20yr old album is 'cutting edge', and has more artistic merit than much of what's released today. I still call CDs "albums". I'm officially an Old Rocker.

The three best gigs I've seen in the last twelve months have been Bowling For Soup, Electric Six, and Europe. Yes, Europe. Are you listening, young, long-haired me? Europe's live show was WAY superior to the times I've seen Cradle of Filth, and even Fear Factory. Because as well as playing an astounding set with a sound that was constantly trying to punch out of the box it was in, Europe enjoyed themselves, and made everyone in that audience smile. Including me. Especially me.

I'm going to see MC Lars in a few weeks. Then Bowling For Soup in April. And Electric Six in December. I've seen all of those before. BFS and E6 many times. I'm going to have a good time, and there's fucking nothing that the young, long-haired, moody me can do about it.

ROCK ON!

(oh, by the way. Band X? That'd be Trivium.)


DISCLAIMERS:
• ^^^ That's dry, British humour, and most likely sarcasm or facetiousness.

• This is a personal blog. The views and opinions expressed here represent my own thoughts (at the time of writing) and not those of the people, institutions or organizations that I may or may not be related with unless stated explicitly.